My Extra Teeth

This is a great big warning. If you are uncomfortable at the mention of weird health issues relating to teeth, don't read this.

Sooooooooooo. It's that time again. The time to go to the dentist. The dentist time. The time of the dentist. Does anybody like the dentist? The answer is most definitely a no. But should we dread going to the dentist? That's a completely different topic.

I used to hate going to the dentist, purely because I knew they were going to give me crap about my teeth. I'm kind of salty about that honestly. I show up and pay you thousands of dollars so you can criticize my life choices and stab my mouth for an hour. Thanks, I love that. The other thing I'm mad about is that they always tell me I need to brush my teeth better, but refuse to acknowledge that I have really bad drymouth. If you were to compare my mouth when I wake up in the morning to the Sahara desert, this guy is the winner.

In the morning I get water immediately. I have to. If I didn't, there wouldn't be enough water for any living thing to breathe. I'd absorb all the water and it would kill all the trees. But enough of that. I have come here to tell you that I have extra teeth that the dentist doesn't want to think about.

Imagine this: I walk into the dentists office on some morning. I wait in the lobby, completely unsuspecting, waiting for these people to tell me I'm not flossing my larynx enough, when they call me back for an x-ray. They take an x-ray. The practitioner looks really confused for a second, and tells me that we're going to take another x-ray. They do it. She stares at it for about 5 minutes, and I'm just standing there with my face attached to this wall machine made to probe your skeleton.

Then the rest of the visit goes as normal, but after the stabbing and, "You're bleeding because you don't floss," is over, they call over my present parental unit and they're like, "This little used napkin gots some toofs in the roof." Translation: I had a tooth growing into the roof of my mouth.

The lady said that they could probably guide it into place by pulling the tooth in front of  the spot it was in. So they did that. And then after a while, a new tooth grew into the place they pulled. Here's the real kicker, the tooth is currently chilling in the roof of my mouth. They pulled an adult tooth hoping that the tooth that's chilling in the roof of my mouth would move out, but a new tooth grew in it's place. Not the tooth they wanted, but a COMPLETELY NEW ADULT TOOTH.

And apparently that's called hyperdontia. It doesn't sound pleasant, but it's not that bad I guess. The only downside is finding out that it is usually associated with really bad hereditary diseases that I should probably get checked for now. If you want to read about that for some reason it's here. So I guess learn something new everyday people. Even if what you learned left you with an uncomfortable amount of information about my teeth.